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The Practice of the Presence of God
Posted on Sunday, August 14, 2005 at 3:54 PM by Ian McKenzieDepth of Mercy
Posted on Sunday, August 14, 2005 at 3:53 PM by Ian McKenzie
Depth of mercy! Can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my
God His wrath forbear,
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would
not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
I have spilt His precious blood,
Trampled on the Son of God,
Filled
with pangs unspeakable,
I, who yet am not in hell!
I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
And profaned His
hallowed Name,
Put Him to an open shame.
Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above!
See the
cause in Jesus’ face,
Now before the throne of grace.
Jesus, answer from above,
Is not all Thy nature love?
Wilt Thou
not the wrong forget,
Permit me to kiss Thy feet?
If I rightly read Thy heart,
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow Thine
ear, in mercy bow,
Pardon and accept me now.
Jesus speaks, and pleads His blood!
He disarms the wrath of God;
Now
my Father’s mercies move,
Justice lingers into love.
Kindled His relentings are,
Me He now delights to spare,
Cries,
“How shall I give thee up?”
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Lo! I still walk on the ground:
Lo! an Advocate is found:
“Hasten
not to cut Him down,
Let this barren soul alone.”
There for me the Savior stands,
Shows His wounds and spreads His
hands.
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
Pity from Thine eye let fall,
By a look my soul recall;
Now the
stone to flesh convert,
Cast a look, and break my heart.
Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Now my foul
revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more. [Charles
Wesley]